[She's comfortable, for once, and Jesse is warm, and for the barest moment, it feels like it used to. How many times had she leaned on him on the ride home from their dates? She had convinced herself so strongly that it was all completely and utterly a lie that she never once considered how real it felt, while it was there.

It makes her impossibly sad -- how fate wrenched them apart in such a manner, because -- dare Rachel even think it? -- they might still be together -- and sure, it would be difficult, with him in Los Angeles and her still in Ohio, but it would have worked. Finn would have dealt with the consequences, inevitably finding his way back to Quinn Fabray -- no hearts would have been broken.

But Rachel had said it first, to Finn, hadn't she? "The Romeo and Juliet nature of our romance..." It was doomed from the start, much like everything else romantically intertwined into Rachel's life.

But it didn't feel that way now.]

I really didn't think I would ever see you again.

[It's quiet, but Rachel doesn't move away.]

But I'm almost glad you showed up here, of all places. Is that selfish of me? It's terrible here, but -- I don't have the energy to be angry at everything anymore.

[It's just exhausting.]